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I am seated at those nice neo-restaurants you find

I am seated at those nice neo-restaurants you find in the nicer side of town. The ones with interiors that leave you in awe. The ones that tempt you to pull your phone out and Snapchat it like a slayq... Never mind.
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A friend is turning 20. I feel old and young at the same time. Old because they were just teens last year, and I left teenhood before social media 'influencing' was a career.
And young because we share a lot in common despite them being typically teens. .

I am the oldest in the table and you can tell just by looking. They’re in sweatpants and fancy Jordans and I’m in a khakis and those shoes you see there. As they drink cold sweaty milkshakes at 11pm, I’m cuddled up, freezing, sipping latte with my palms around the hot cup. The age difference hangs in the air like a fart. .

When one of the girls tells me she loves my shoes, though, my heart melts and I feel fully young now. I want to joke, "Do you know what they say about men with big feet?" But if you do that these days, they sue or go to HR. Or both. .

So instead I ask her, "Do you love the balls on my socks?"

You don't get to meet writing gods often. Especial

You don't get to meet writing gods often. Especially not this one who never shows himself on social media. But there he was, towering over me like the tall figure he is. And I in his feet - a holy ground of sorts. I should remove my loafers but I don't. I'm afraid to look into his eyes, they may burn too bright. And you know what they say happens when you look at the face of a god.

My words have never felt this inferior to his, especially now that he's so close to me. I could touch his forehead if I wanted to. But I restrain myself.

These words of mine shrink in fear, they gather together in a corner and huddle up, afraid and in awe. They can't compare to what this one here writes on his blog every Tuesday. Orgasmic proses and marvelous sentences. Mine could never.
But again, that's why I stand before him, to learn at his feet.

No, we're not gang members. . On cold nights like

No, we're not gang members. .

On cold nights like this, we indulge in worldly debauchery. We're lost souls in the night. Lost in music and women and liquor. Zombies in the night. We look not to be found, no, not tonight. .

Truth is though, we're pretty happy in this photo.

There’s that time during puberty you try to find

There’s that time during puberty you try to find yourself. You try and find your style and a fashion sense that hopefully isn’t as bad as middle-aged Kikuyu men’s that own a Hardware and Electric Supplies Shop. .

Mommy doesn’t dress you anymore, Lil Wayne does. So you completely do away with Safari Boots (smh, this ones never grew old, they grew with your feet. You’d wear them from conception right to teenhood 😪)and get shoes like Wayne’s.
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These (pictured) were the first shoes I ever picked out independently. Airforce 1s. Yellow ones with some black and white touches. Lil Wayne woulda loved them. .
I wore them everywhere. Church. Family events. Birthdays. Dates. You name it. I even reported with them to high school on the first day. .

I became a man in these shoes. I learnt how to talk to girls in them. I touched my first pair of breasts in them. Hell, I think I discovered Redwap in them.
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Now, they sit somewhere in the store. Dusty as hell, sheltering a family of venomous spiders, remembering their glory days. Days they were ‘cool’. Days that even Supras had nothing on them. .
I wonder, though, what they’d think of Balenciagas.

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